I tried to follow God or as I knew her, Grace,
Which led me to a stream,
Which led me to a tree,
Which led me to the sky,
My faith once carried on hip, transformed my atmosphere,
Every breath sacred/profane
As Luther said 100% Sinner, 100% Saint
But mostly, 100% human
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Published by Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers by April Barnhart MDiv
Heartland Native, Northwest transplant. April Barnhart is a graduate of Earlham School of Religion. Former Interfaith Chaplain and Pastor. April has been writing poetry and music for close to 30 years.
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